You, my friend, are about to enter a most modded Forgotten Realms, filled with kits, haxxy and modded, romance, and characters only a true mod fanatic would know of. Because of that, I get no credit for any of the mods that are used or represented here. Welcome to 'Standing Out Shortly!' Warning, you may find an extra gnomish cleric and many added kits along your travels through this story as well as... ooze. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
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Intro: Jilted End
Stormy clouds overtook the town of Baldur's Gate. Heavy rain was encroaching from the western sea of the Sword Coast and all of the town of Baldur's Gate would feel the trickling wetness. Of course, Talos, god of storms, would probably not be impressed, but it would still certainly leave streets and houses soaked for hours even after the rain passed.
It was amongst one of the towers that the soldier Jilros stood. The half elf was head to toe in plate, and beneath his metal helmet, his eyes were glancing about anxiously. He knew he had a destiny for great power, for great destiny, and great murder lying right in front of his face. The question was, when would destiny grant him his greatness, and when would he be ready?
Such questions may have needed to wait for eternity. The half elf of potential destiny heard heavy footsteps encroach all too slowly. Something about them made him grab for his sword, a lengthy slashing blade that wasn't too impressive but certainly could cut down rabble-rousers and goblins should they ever penetrate the great city.
Before long, he was approached too suddenly. The sight terrified the guardsman at first. The sight was a good towering seven feet or so in height, clad in the blackest steel that swirled about with unnatural mist that only left visible a pair of glowing eyes. Even scarier, his hand was holding the largest sword that Jilros had ever seen, yet it felt as easy to wield as a mere knife in his hand. He had wished he were closer to the ground, instead of being cooped up in the second to last floor of tower of a building known as the Iron Throne.
"Jilros," the man began in a voice with a baritone depth befitting of his visage, "it is time, brother!"
"Sarev…" he paused, quickly grabbing his shield and long sword and holding them ready, "I… I will not let you be the one."
The armored titan all but blinked his eyes as he effortlessly hefted up his giant sword. His swing was somewhat wild and even a bit slow, but surely even being slightly tapped by such might alone would injure the mightiest of dragons.
Jilros managed to sidestep the wild blow and lunged with his long sword, and connected against his assailant's armor with a mighty clang. Following the clang, Jilros felt a vibration flow up his hand as he gazed in awe.
The giant gripped the weapon with his free hand by the bladed end, and with little effort, crushed the blade as though it were a ball of dirt. "It's time for the prophecy to begin," were his only words.
With a swift punch, the guardsman's shield shattered as he used it to black the giant man's swing. With no options left, the half elf fled as fast as he could, though the only exit he saw led to the top of the tower. For now, it'd have had to do.
Quickly, he ran up the stairs and bolted the door shut behind him, panicking heavily all the while. Rain was now flowing free from the sky and a flash of thunder assailed his ears.
Before long, the iron gated door was shred into pieces as the plated powerhouse ripped it with his fist. "Ha!" he exclaimed with a sense of enjoyment. Jilros was running out of options, he could only think of one thing left to do.
"No, y-you can't!" The half elf was nearly on his knees pleading for his miserable existence to be spared.
"I will be the last…" the dangerous man stated, "and you will go first!"
Before long, Jilros was cornered, and it felt like a minecart smashed him in the face. From the titan's swift punch, his helmet was loosed as it rolled to the floor.
"There are others!" the half elf tried yet again, "I could help you. Please!" he begged, "PLEASE!"
It was all for naught, for in swift motion, the giant man's hand wrapped around his now revealed neck. Jilros' dark hair and slightly pointed ears were on edge as his life flashed before his eyes. Then, he could only hear and feel the crunch of his own bones as his life was swiftly snuffed out via his ribcage. Try as he might, his weakened hands could not remove the hands that were about thrice the size of his own.
Before long, Jilros was no longer breathing, and in a sigh, he drifted off to eternity. With a satisfied sense of thrill, the giant threw his 'brother' off the edge of the tower effortlessly. Yet, as his bleeding body fell, his skin began to fade away, evaporating and blowing away like dust in the wind. Even the blood, had it not fully dripped free from his form, turned to a cryptic dust. By the time he hit the stone pavement at the streets below, all that was left of Jilros was his blood stained armor and a sword chewed up by clenched fist marks.
The man above turned to walk away from the carnage he enjoyed, "The first has fallen..." his eyes gazed the dark midnight horizon. As strange as it was, he felt he could see it in the far horizon. In spite of the black night and heavy clouds, he knew where he needed to go. "Candlekeep…" he stated, the next, he presumed, would follow shortly. Yet, as he clanged down the stairs, a slight pang of ominous fear gripped him. With a shake of his head, he shook it off and headed down the stairs and off the slightly bloodstained rooftop.
The armored behemoth's words rang true, the first had faded away to dust and a path of death would soon flow like a free river. As he stared into the abyss, the giant warrior smiled behind the iron fortress that he called armor. He loved it!